Dead Trees Reaching - Those Poor Bastards

My church it was condemned

My faith it was destroyed

The forest full of nameless things

My only place to hide

Walking through the woods

Lost, alone and lost

A devil riding on my back

And dead trees reaching down

Trees were reaching

Dead trees reaching

Down for me

I tore them with my teeth

White and razor sharp

My eyes were losing focus now

Drowning in the dark

Never was I found

My soul nor my bones

And every time the branches stir

I tremble in the ground

Trees were reaching

Dead trees reaching

Down for me